pasture spinning

The carded fleeced seemed to race into yarn. It took moments to spin and collect on the weight of the object. Curious how it took months to grow on the back of an animal, a team of skilled people to shear it, hours of soaking, a night of carding—and yet in minutes it met it's meaning. How elegant a fate.
It was dusk. The air was warm. It was one of those afternoons you read about in books.
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Heaven!
Spinning is a form of meditation I think... even better when its outside. Its nice to find pleasures in the simple things I think. Happy spinning!
I am so jealous! I have been in a total knitting kick lately. Love it! www.ingridbarlow.com
oh you and your drum carder! I use hand carders and though it's mostly due to my lack of skill, they are a bitch! Those drum carders make perfect long lovely rovings! You practically look at them funny and they jump into yarn!
Dreamy! And it's in the book of your life, for all of us to read.
Looks good! I spin every evening and sometimes in the morning before work. Love my spindles (I spin supported) and love my wheels!
Love that image Jenna! I just picked up my drop spindle yesterday too, for the first time in months (I usually just spin on my wheel). Tonight I'm gonna spin in the pasture too, you've inspired me. Keep us posted on your barn raising, I'll help you with yours if you'll help me with mine...
Nice trade, Green plates for a slice of your own piece of heaven.
Sounds idyllic. I love hearing about the farm. Keep writing!
I'm addicted to spinning but haven't done it in a pasture! (Too hot, humid, and chiggery where I am.) But good for you.
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